Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.